A blog for my brother – who believes I never go “anywhere f*&%ing nice”
What’s the first thing you think of when someone mentions they’re off to Heathcote? If you were to survey Melburnians, Family Feud style, I’m pretty sure the top responses would look something like this: 1) A Gutsy Shiraz 2) A Bold Shiraz 3) Shiraz (no adjective) 4) Sorry, you’re off to where? I’ll wager though, that not many people know … Continue Reading →
Hello again, Jarrod and apologies for being incommunicado so long. It feels like ages and aaaaaaaaaaages since I’ve done something for the blog. But I’m back, with something a little different this week: a visit to Cactus Country! Not sure how I am going to fare selling this to you, tbh. I tell you I’m going and send you a … Continue Reading →
What’s not to love about giraffes? I’d go so far as to say that disliking them means you probably fit the profile of a psychopath. Long legs, long eyelashes, pretty face, a long, elegant neck, and a predisposition to cluster in groups around rhinoceros poo. I could be describing a supermodel really. In an exciting turn of events, we have … Continue Reading →